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Pole
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A Totum Pole Ode
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forever gazing
cold, blazing
eyes in the
sky, where
wings of the
grain, have weathered many rains….
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deep, fluid etchings, carved in the wood, stetching high over the hood of earth…
a thunderbird’s wings, perch a lofty plateau, above a graveyard of tales long ago…
over years, the curious swell, enchanted by spell of legends dwelling here
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as wind spins, curls, and winds
around the spine
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of native vines... unfolding
old tribal codes
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stories are told with
each turn of the pole...
in the totum pole ode
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Inspired by Francine Robert’s Contest:
By Carrie Richards
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Barefoot Boy, with a Fishing Pole.
A man I am and near my end.
I have other men to call me friend.
And women round me for the lust
And four leaf clover for the luck.
Beer or buttermilk to drink
And time I have to sit and think.
I have meadows which to mow
And I have crops which to sow.
I have men that call me sir.
I have work to be concerned.
I have obligations piled.
Work to do from mile to mile.
I'd trade it all, to be, you know
A barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.
To rest in the shade by a river bed
Soft grass to lay my youthful head.
Fish and skip stones on waters calm
And sleep out all night -when it's warm.
To unravel natures mystery there
Why the turtle wears a shell?
How the Oriole's nest is hung?
How the frog's croak is sung?
Why the Blue-Bell does not ring?
Why the hornet likes to sting?
My work keeps me shod like a mule
Only in dreams, youthful things I do.
When work here ends, to Heaven I go
To be a barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.
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THE PARTY AT THE POLE HAS JUST BEGUN
These are lyrics for a silly Christmas song I wrote- if anyone wants to add music I'd be
interested?
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Let’s all party now and have some fun
The reindeers are up and gone
And the night has just begun
Bells are ringing sing the song
And the children have their toys
All we elves are ding, ding, dong!
So let’s party girls and boys!
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Rudolph said you’ll never make it
Huh! He surely got it wrong
Everyone here did their bit
Even help from old King Kong
Start the party no delay
At the pole here all night long
Yep! It’s Christmas time hurray!
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
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Those Crazy Pole Beans
This is a mostly true story!
A few years ago in central Arkansas
I planted a garden among rich fertile soil
Followed seed packet directions as though written by law
Believing better results came from sweat and toil
Tomatoes and peppers and something called pole beans
Potatoes and onions, colors of corn, I've never seen
Always ended up with mud on the knees of my jeans
Slowly through the dark earth peeked petals of green
Weeks later everything looked just as though I thought it should
And I hoped everything would taste just as good
But those pole beans kept growing like you've never seen
And started making lovely huge beans of green
I had to build a fence to hold them up
Every day they grew another foot taller before sunup
The only way I could pick them was from the top of my ladder
I tell ya', no red head from Ireland has ever been madder!
*note...I am part Irish with red tints in my hair..no insults intended....
©Donna Jones
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North Pole Divorce Club
Snow everywhere
once joined, now melting apart
causing much distress.
Santa got divorced and also got fixed
too many little Santa's running around because of his tricks
Santa liked the women.
Too many little guys were swimmin' ;)
Now we all know how Santa got his kicks!
Santa slept around and ate too much grubb
His wife finding out made him join the North Pole Divorce Club!
*For PD's Divorce Club contest.
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Limerick: Once a pretty Pole psychologist
Limerick: Once a pretty Pole psychologist
for Ewa
Once a pretty Pole psychologist
Who preferred fast pedalling cyclist(s)
Kept a velo d’apparte*
And a Tour de France dart
Found trundling Bone-Shaker* merry twist.
• Velo d’apparte(ment) = exercise bike
• Bone-Shaker = first French bicycle, invented and manufactured by Michaux during the 1860s, whose framework was made of wrought iron and whose wooden wheels were bounded by iron tires.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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melee at the north pole!
It all started one cold Christmas Eve,
what took place, you would never believe!
Santa was set and ready to go,
along came Rudolph and stepped on his toe!
Santa got mad and smacked him on the nose,
what happened next? God only knows!
Rudolph used his antlers to poke Santa's butt,
Santa retaliated with a fist to the gut!
They exchanged punches, blow by blow,
tumbled out the door and into the snow!
The elves leaped in, fists were flying,
Mrs. Claus stood in awe, weeping and crying!
Toys were tossed, all around the shop,
someone began to shout..."Stop, stop, stop!!"
It was chaotic, as far as one could see,
"Timber!!"...down fell the Christmas tree!!
Mrs. Claus lost her cool,..."That's the last straw!"
She took out her teeth and joined the free-for-all!
Reindeer and elves went flying here and there,
candy canes and packages were spread everywhere!
All of a sudden, it was quiet as a mouse,
law and order was restored to the house!
She stepped outside with a huge stick,
dragged in Rudolph and good ol' St. Nick!
They both were handed a raggedy ol' broom,
cleaned up their mess and sent to their rooms!
She called upon her favorite little elf,...
"This looks easy", she said..." I can do it myself!"
With a crack of the whip and a tug on the sleigh,
Mrs. Claus was up and well on her way!
The kids were great that year, they really did their best,
but never did they expect to see Santa in a dress!
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"Pole Playing" (Round Eight)
So, are you in the mood to play your role,
Because I am ready to set the scene,
Holding, in my hands, a stack full of green,
At the stage, in the basement, with the pole.
I want to see if you can reach your goal,
As you hand upside down and hold the lean,
Displaying moves that I have never seen,
Because you will bare more than just your soul.
Climb! Climb! Climb! Climb! Flip, twist, bend, and then slide
Down to the middle, and stop for a while.
Wrap your leg around it, and then just glide,
Allowing me to admire your style.
Drop it, back it up, and then let it ride,
As all the dollar bills begin to pile.
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NORTH POLE SANTA
he come from way up
with lots of stuff
so be good
its well understood
the gifts is for all
who play ball and stiff
this is not fanta
ITS THE
NORTH POLE SANTA
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The May Pole And The Taffy Pull
Sorrow came to me and cleared my eye.
Mye QYeen has NOT forgotten me,
But , OH , mye , whye , has she displaced me.
Could it bee that eye have angered HER , or
Thoughts of me confuses HER ,
She has no chance to caht with me,
And so she tries to spare me the anguish.
Dance around the May Pole again,
Mye Qyeen and do not weep so for all I have been,
I have just been missing ewe again,
Mye Pain is only heartbreak to bee mended,
By thy kiss ;
And when you aer at thy Taffy-Pull
Have fun and do no bent and do no worry,
Mye mind stays in a hurry and I worry all the day,
Searching for mye love.
Ewe aer a Snow White turtle dove,
And Pocahontus also,
And a mermaid in ewe heart,
And when Ragon Fly Comes,
To fly around ewe, remember ewe
Aer still mye QYeen
And Never Shall We Bee apart
Mye tears aer never salty.
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